Waitressing

Five minutes on the job sites gave Matt a pretty good insight into the possibilities. There were scam jobs... 'make thousands stuffing envelopes,' there were multi-level marketing scams... 'make hundreds of thousands selling essential oils to your friends,' there were crap jobs... 'make thousands driving for xber using your own car while being sexually harassed by your customers,' and there were sex jobs... webcams, strippers and outcall massage. Then he remembered April.

"I don't know if the pay would be worth having, mom," he said, "but would you be interested in waitressing?"

"I'm not going to wear one of those hooters uniforms," she said. "I don't look good in orange."

"Yeah, those might pay better and I'm sure you'd completely rock the uniform, but I was thinking at the little Italian restaurant off PV Drive North."

"They're listing on your job website?"

"No, but I know someone who works there."

"Oh, great. A referral from some eighteen year-old."

"Mom, if you're not interested, just say so."

"If you can't find anything else."

"I'll keep looking. In the meantime, I'll call April."